as a bird in flight
light on her bared feet
her dance
her expression

no music
the crowd quiets
no sound

leaps
dips
spins
and twirls

mesmerizing
the unexpected spectators

in a trance
unleashing her soul
into a beautiful performance
of unrehearsed steps

is it really so rude
to choose
not to use
chopsticks

a fork
a spoon
work so much better
even fingers
in a pinch
who’s idea
was it to eat with sticks

why spend time
fighting with the food
when satisfying an appetite